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Stained Glass Mirror

I am afraid am I
only an image an only
son of reflections of son
failures and triumphs and failures
always stay always
stains the glass the stains
hurt still I think I still hurt
from time to time from
where I'm standing I'm where
I should reach should I
smash and shatter but then realize

that
every

shard

is

still

a
reflection

only

smaller

and

much

sharper.

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